And I am drawing maps of my weaknesses; I'm trying to draw a red dotted line around exactly where it stings, to limit it, pinpoint it, archive it; I need to know what and where it is before I know how to deal with it.
Yet I am a blind chartographer; I am tired, and I just want to rest and walk downhill.
My map is a kaleidoscopic archipelago; eighty percent of the frustration is in the attempt to mark the correct spot.